For if the Sea fhould fink fo how, To leave you dry upon the Beach; Bulk, You'll owe your Ruin to your Thus, when a Whale hath loft the Tide, Oh! may fome Western Tempefts fweep May He, whom Nature's Laws obey,. The Nation then too late will find, Computing all their Coft and Trouble, DIRECTORS Promises but Wind, South-Sea at beft a mighty BBBLE.. T° The PAINTER. O try a mighty PAINTER's Art, And beautify each Natʼral Part, A BALLA D. P Ardon, Great A----- E, what here is writ, Let not the French Champaigne go down, hereafter. with Laughter, What ftops your Arms? What makes you paufe? Let not a beaten Prince give Laws to Britain, That That you should firft lead up the Dance, If Spain and India he preferve, Be not thus banter'd by your Foes, You never can Affiftance lack, Is't fitting? the Gallows. in's Falace and take him. Or treat with him where Cannons roar, Each honeft Peer has told his Mind, he'll make him. what hinders But you your shatter'd Foes may beat, to Cinders? Why should you be led by the Nofe, Be counsell'd by your Houfe of Peers, To make a haughty Monarch bow or no Man.. Of Woman. or never. Difcard the Knave that brought you in, for ever. PRO |